For some reason, unalone, still is each Black Hole
Absorbing and recycling, with meaningless drone
The static of hateful intent, not as chore
But for the removal of one lonely whore
Addition has cost, though indivisible it is
Conquering the Self, no matter how inhuman
A cowardly native of Earth, made to feel stupid
Saved by the fear of remaining the student
"But I'm younger," thought the victim of malicious intent
Transmuted by hand, though God remained ignorant of it
By wrathful reluctance, strike down your consent
And prove to the Beloved your manhood's repentance
I screamed until Fear became my only friend
Then somehow the clouds parted way once again
And the fury of Her made her Father reply,
"He's just gonna fuck other women, don't cry."
-BWU
